Colour Blind.

Reading or hearing Colour Blind gives you a picture of people who cannot see colours completely or partially. Well even I have issues when it gets to the shades of sea green and blue, can’t accurately say which is which. But that’s minor. People don’t recognize many colours, all variations of orange are orange, they don’t know about saffron, chromium etc. etc., that they are not same, they are different.

When it comes to human beings, we have choices, the good, the bad, the ugly. Sadly, it doesn’t end there. We distinguish people with skin colours too. It is such a rude psychology to distinguish human with colours. Caucasian, hispanic, red, yellow, olive and so on. What wonderful names and spellings.

In India we have fair, brown(wheatish) and dark. People have their choices of colour and put others in these 3 slots and behave accordingly. Fair skinned people are always termed as beautiful, brown are kind of okay and dark are ignored. Hehehe yes, people i know have spoken so.

I generalize people with their behaviour, the good, the helpful , the simple, the down to earth, the smiling, the understanding and many more. Colour has no relation with me. I am an artist and I love all colours.

I was watching a movie and the story belonged to early 1900s where people with different colour had wars. (To cut the long story short). There’s a little girl who is born to an african father and an english mother. As she starts school the story begins, how a child is distinguised with colour and harassed by children.

She goes to the church , crying her heart out, not understanding the discriminations people have created. On hearing her cry in a empty church, the priest comes to her and asks her why she is crying. She asks the priest if God won’t allow her in heaven because of her colour. The priest tells her that

The doors of heaven are open for everyone. God doesn’t discrimate.

“GOD IS COLOUR BLIND.”

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MAGIC

Once upon a time, I was asked in an interview about my favorite story,

‘A Little Match Girl’ was my prompt reply.

Till date I am not sure about that one thing that still makes me like the story. there were so many things I guess, the style of narration, the story line, the details in it, the good part, the sad part, so many things rolled in one.

Thinking about it today, it just occurs to me that the best thing about the story is the MAGIC.

Not that i believe staunchly in Magic, magician or things happening to me without efforts, It’s the word ‘MAGIC’.

The Magic in the word ‘MAGIC’. It lights me up, brightens my smile and lifts my spirits. It gives me a freshness about life and belief that in this temporary life; unexpected things can happen and we can always dream, expect, realize and recognize some things to happen.

Life does take a turn, sometimes suddenly, so stay happy and hopeful and feel the MAGIC. A MAGIC of every NOW.

My nephew and me-Fire and Ice

My nephew and myself have some amazingly similar qualities which proves to create fire between us. We both have an inclination towards art, we are highly imaginative, colorful, quiet, naughty at times, talkative at times. All these similarities are the reason for the fire and ice effect. All the similarities are ice but when the transfer of words begin then there comes the fire effect. We both have our own ideas which we do not like anyone to change. ¬†We just put our foot down with our choice and one word by anyone is a disaster calling. We are stubborn, our idea is the last one that exists and will be followed, however wrong we are, we take risk to be wrong then not trying once. color combination are ours, we don’t take advice of each other, or the other person.

Being a grown up i do appreciate work done by others and i do appreciate him too but he is staunch. He likes everyone appreciating his work but he will take time to look at the other’s work, verify it and then think and nod his head, on asking he says’ hmmm it is good’, that’s it, there is no expression on his face; just that it is good.

We usually have fights on petty things like who will reach faster to his mom, who will have full attention of his mom(my sister), who will finish the biscuits last and who will not speak when the other one wants utter silence in the room. He is a fire sign and i am an air sign and usually i have to keep my weapons away as i want to talk to him and play with him and do those silly kiddie things i can, in short; be a kid with him again.

When we are good we are good but when we are mad then we are too mad. We are never balanced, we have our scales tipping at extremes. Its super fun though. But when it comes to the paper, color and ideas then we are onto ourselves, our worlds, our ideas and our stubborn self. The biggest sufferer of our mood swings, tantrums and complains for each other is his mom who bears us to our extremes and is always found sitting in between us so we don’t end up biting or pulling each other’s hair or yelling or kicking.

 

You won’t believe, where you see us ending all these, we lie down laughing and telling each other “what fun it was”.

 

hehehehehehehe…………………